Poetry informs our very nature it is woven into our existence the saguaros of my youth — in every word. I know some who have chosen to give their life to a company. Company men they used to call them— now just men. I once had a boss with a generator in his back- yard. Sun draped mountain ranges in every breath. And here I choose poetry everyday. What a cruel joke the gods have played. Who could wake up and go to work and profit from corporate spoils when the cormorant flies over a rush-hour freeway in the autumn twilight. Flies across the glinting lake, and yet no one has written it!
Poetry is like breathing; when attention is given an understanding comes up, seemingly, from nowhere.
Thanks Ben Naga for inviting me to take part in today’s challenge.
The first quote immediately came to mind because I had just picked up A Vision by Yeats at the library, not because I’m some intellectual elitist, in fact I know that most of it will fly right over my head, but something about it spoke to me, said that there’s a reason that particular book jumped off the shelf. Anyway the next day I was looking up Yeats to find some supplementary reading for what I later found out was quite a massive project (which is A Vision). When I came upon the quote and instantly recognized it from the song. So i thought being given a quote challenge it was kismet.
Then struggling for a second quote more in line with the theme of expression I nearly gave up when this morning I found myself on the roof of Wild Ginger in Downtown Seattle looking at the side of Benaroya Hall was the quote engraved in stone! Ha, if that’s not the universe slapping you in the face I dont know what is!